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Guess what I just did? Made fifteen hundred from just unlocking my side door So a nigga could do they deal (Pooh, you a fool for this one) Took some losses, I'm feelin' numb Make a birdie in crumbs Call up my nigga Mook, I'm tryna get him the move Still grievin' 'bout Soda, these niggas breakin' the rules Hittin' bitches for soda, I'm rose-ing up all my jewels Broke down, that's the real breakin' news I asked God to take me, don't know why he takin' you Told the Devil, "Get up off me," we be conversating too Hit my line about my nigga Ric', ain't think that it was true Money, sex, and murder Rapping taking me further Papa text my phone, say he was worried I seen Dex in the casket, couldn't watch you get buried You know this life get like a race, you gotta watch for the hurdles (Yeah) Street money and scams Countin' money and laughin', kickin' business with M Fifteen hundred, open your door, that's not a joke Eez made a move for his daughter 'cause he was broke It's crazy 'cause shit get harder the more I go My money gettin' higher, man, why am I movin' low? Man, I am just a product, I'm telling you what I know SongtexteMake sure you grab that stick before you go get the door Biggie used to buy the 'scripts from me when I first got 'em I can see the pain in Cheapie face, he still hurt 'bout it Then we lost Penny, guess it's more money, more problems Scooter graduated and hit the streets, I think no college What happened to Sluggo, Auntie Yolanda? My Auntie Mimi, look at her and see my grandma Auntie Carlene, number one stunner My Uncle Carl was super fly, over-thugging Watch us around us, can't tell me nothin' Lost my nigga Tizzle, that hurt my stomach Back to back Benzes, we was out in public I told my bitch to bring my stick 'cause I was feelin' somethin' I got too many niggas dead, that's who I'm living for I make it rain like I was Play, that's why I trip on hoes Ethan died on my birthday, I barely knew him, but he was from my hood, that young nigga cold Dopeboy and PJ got left at the store Dyin' with the Drac' on me like my nigga Cho Lasers in the trap house like my nigga B I feel like that shit happened 'cause they envy G If Bud was still alive, how that shit'd be Flexing through the North End like my nigga Keith HP clear the bag, that's my nigga Thump Face and Brick was the reason I picked up a cup Everything I do, I do it for my son Wasn't enough, hurt me bad, damn, I'm out of luck Going crazy, check the bag, damn, I'm out of drugs Aus Songtexte Mania